If you haven't been around to hear any of my previous grumblings, I'm currently training for eight weeks, out of town, for a job that took maybe fourteen minutes to learn. It's not all terrible, as I've learned some valuable things about people:
-My Employer is a great place to work when some, "No good street kid ruins the tagging industry by alerting the cops." I asked him how well the spray painting business paid him before coming to My Employer and he said, "better than this place." He then explained the hierarchies and gangs involved in spray painting. It was thrilling stuff that I enjoyed hearing but unfortunately promptly forgot and thus will not write about.
-Some people will sit their stocking butter next to you saying over and over again various versions of: Maybe I shouldn't be married, I keep making my wife angry. These people, when asked ten minutes later, "Have an argument with the missus?" respond with, "It's really rather personal." Then why did you keep talking out loud until I finally asked you?
-People that smell like cat pee not due to meth, but because they own ten cats that piss all over them, are not fun to stand by.
-The guys in Junior High who wore big fat chains to protect their wallets and intimidate people, now work in the backroom of My Employer. Stereotypes sometimes do come true!
-At five in the morning, stocking Winnie the Pooh baby items called, "Disney's Classic Pooh," doubles as hilarious and mature.
In addition, I'd like to amend my blog, "Hell, I Found You," with the following:
Hell is listening to the same country station night in and night out that has a repeating two hour broadcast so the fans can hear the same twelve songs over and over again. This would be okay if a song that featured the lyric, "You build the world with a staff and a rod...My God," wasn't in the rotation. Laziest, worst song ever. I wish I had the name of the artist for you, but when you type "staff" "rod" and "God" into Google, you don't get country music lyrics.
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